Cards is my game, I spit like a spades cutta
Homie, you a lame, Look like fame is not ya future
You poppin like you the ACE, Im runnin wit big gunz
Slap a Joker in ya face, you aint eligable for #ONE
Jones and Carter still fightin to be the King
At this moment Im the King, Why you makin a BIG scene
I hold the crown, see Im was the heir of the throne
Of the true rap lyricists, Pac, BIG, and Nasir Jones
Jay is not even mentioned cuz his game is just droppin
Big album sales lyrically? NO! Niggaz was just coppin
Up until BluePrint, I was really feelin ya flow
Now you are DISGUSTIN, ya talent has left you long ago
Niggaz, I don't hate, I just speak for myself
Matter of fact, there's mad MC's out there who need lyrical help
There's mad niggaz out there who young and rhyme wit a flow
This niglet, Richie got in free, Romeo you gotta go
You not an actor or a rapper you fake a** cracker
Bow Wow will always be ya dad, forget that P rapper
S-O-L-A-N-G-E, lookin fine in ya video gettin you publicity
Even wit ya young shortys chasin you on the streets
You'll never be a good MC or level up to me
You in the game on TV, Our path is a college gagit
We hustlin hard spittin like Nas in Illmatic
We aint eligible for class, we stashin to support our fam
MLK, rest in peace, MC's lets break these bars and STAND


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Peace